in a cartoonish ramshackle
they lived in the air, near the water
and every day stewed gator heads
breathing the air, drinking the water
there must have been something awful
in the air, or the water
across the water, a hot sauce factory
belching plumes of red smog skyward
the air smelled hot, thick, oily
filmed over their skins like screens
clung to their nose hairs, and screwed
through their brains
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